I can’t believe I’m going to finish this essay on time. Finishing nine hours before it’s due is a fucking personal record.
People loooooooooove to romanticize their perceived uniqueness. It’s so silly. It’s nice to think that you’re a special snowflake with thoughts and impulses like nobody else, but you don’t. We’re all much more alike than we’d like. likelikelikelikelikelikelike. Our thoughts are the same, maybe the languages differ.
It’s like I’m still in middle school with all this bitchin.